One of the beautiful women, in the full bloom of her youth, related to her two sisters the heyday of the past; she sang the glorious epics of the luminous deeds of the gods, giants, alfs, and men of all times.
With her splendid songs she blended the ancient wisdom of long gone waves of happiness into the delicate dew-fresh waves of the wonder-well, to fulfil the nascent world with its vitalizing waters so that the world may nourish itself on the holy memory of the oldest high rulers of the world and their glorious victories.

Towards the east she put the end of the golden thread, which she spun, in order to greet the shining morning of the new golden day of the world in a befitting manner.